Lugubrious

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Before I begin, can anyone tell me what souls were taken and used? I believe that Arguis' soul was taken by Vestec, right?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Brewing Storm

@krayzikk@sho minazuki@herecomesthesnow@kaithas@plank Sinatra@suku@narayank

The heroic efforts of Benjamin saved him from an early death and even scored a few hits against the manticore before Goodwitch's spell made an impact. For the moment, the monstrous creature hesitated, its attention torn between the vulnerable target before it and the potentially dangerous one above. A peppering of lightning blasts from the hunter-in-training successfully prevented it from recuperating its focus. Finally, the creature made up its mind and pounced onto the building, ready to eviscerate the vulnerable human with terrifying claws.

At that moment a pillar of purple light crashed down into its back, like an wrathful beacon from heaven. The accompanying sound, which would be oddly sonorous were it not painfully loud, resounded throughout the whole complex. Awash in pain, the supposedly intelligent beast bellowed and changed targets, now fixed on annihilating whatever hurt it so badly. Despite the magnitude of Goodwitch's smite, however, the monster's motor functions did not seem conveniently impaired. Weirdly like a housecat begging for food, the gargantuan creature reared up onto its hind legs to try and swat the airship from the sky. Fortunately, the professor had not been so careless as to have her vehicle hover in clawing range, even if she expected her adversary to retreat. Its unexpected blind aggression, completely at odds with the bestial cunning shown earlier, elicited from Goodwitch an unappreciative frown. “Well, this makes it easy.” After a few words to the pilot in a raised tone, the airship began to move. It floated away from the distillery and over the marsh, discharging a hail of magic arrows every few seconds, and the Manticore ran after it. “We've got its attention. There's a chance of it jumping for us but as long as we keep moving it can't get a bead on us. Get everyone out of the building and into the distillery's courtyard, pronto!”

On the first floor, Ivor stood grimly, his former wry smile replaced by businesslike calm. One of his colleagues had revived, though still in an unpleasant condition, and between them they held the third man on their shoulders. They awaited the signal from Sangue, which she in turn would be receiving from Benjamin following his reception of Goodwitch's command. Down a short hall lay the open door to the distillery courtyard, the afternoon light a vision of hope but also one of peril as long as the manticore lurked nearby.

-meanwhile-

The survivors hung back, collectively quiet, during the dialogue between Lucas and Lauren. Knowing how far their lives lay on the line, they trusted their rescuers to do the right thing, and to tell them what to do quickly and succinctly when it was time to move. More than one of them worried that the stunt that Lauren planned would incapacitate if not kill Lucas, though. Soon enough, the preparations were complete -even if sending an ultra-casual video via phone seemed a little frivolous- and then the happening that could only be described as an experiment of fortitude began.

Electricity surged through Lucas, a ceaseless stream of pain that tore away his control over his body and then tried to tear away his mind. Without the regeneration of his semblance and the protection afforded by his aura, this act would have been suicidal self-sacrifice beyond the shadow of a doubt. Were they around, the survivors would be truly worried that he would not pull through. Yet the young hunter did not die, and the agonizing power flowing through him served its purpose.

Obligingly the dumbwaiter began to move. At first only creaks and groans heralded its migration, which were scarcely audible over Lucas' cries, but before long the device appeared from the chute. Inside lay a power cell, ripe for the taking. With it close at hand, the generator and then the lift would shortly follow—but at this instant, the hunter team needed to undo their setup and save Lucas before the current overwhelmed him. At the same time, the survivors had vanished up the vehicle bay lift, and would soon be on the surface.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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I wonder... Would Slough have the ability to Evolve? I mean, she is the goddess of Life and all. It would be pretty interesting to see her Evolve into something different. Maybe something that can actually interact with the rest of the gods? Like, talk? Suggestions Suggestions...

@Vec

Well, she actually has 'evolved' already. Her body of bone and rot, which was destroyed, has been replaced by one of wood. She's also got 'wings' made out of roots.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

I'm not done with her, but I'll be the first to admit that I haven't been keeping up with her. I'll have her do something soon.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

Sooo.... My character? Thoughts? Suggestions?

@Skepic

I'm a fan, but you might want to shoot Prince a specific mention with your question. It can be tough to keep track of everything going on in an OOC otherwise.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

Oh. I'll take care of that. I was remembering things differently.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Harper Saxum – Death's Refuge

@liferusher@lunarlors34

The blazing torchlight of Ashlyn revealed a sight that made Harper's breath catch in her throat. As expected, it illuminated human bodies in all of the closed cages. However...she had assumed that the cage from which issued the vile noises would be occupied, and that one alone. Instead, every single cage that remained closed held a human not just intact, but alive.

Though 'alive' might have been a strange way to put it. Four pairs of glossy eyes stared their way. Their owners lay against the backs of their containers completely silent and still, without even the steady and rhythmic movement of their chests to confirm that they still drew breath. All of them appeared damaged in some way, but in a surgical rather than traumatic manner. For instance, one lacked a forearm, clearly and cleanly removed with some kind of saw, if Harper could guess. Her eyes did not linger for long on these individuals, however, and it was with palpable terror that she beheld the being in that noisy fifth cage. If the others looked like recently-deceased corpses imbued with life, this one had been dead for a long while. Its sallow, gaunt flesh was pulled taut over its bones, and its sunken face held no trace of humanity—only a demonic, primal violence. The others wore clothing that identified them as townsfolk, though dirty and in some places tattered, but his one wore nothing. It could only be a nightmare come to life.

Ashlyn's march forward made Harper think that she would be the one to do humanity a favor by immolating this horrendous thing without further ado, but just to be sure, she called in a small voice, ”Please destroy that thing. Even get rid of the bones, if you can.” Following this, she moved closer to one of the occupied cages. The eyes within followed her, but rather than a blank and inhuman stare, they contained just a smidgen of what Harper imagined could be fear. Though thoroughly freaked out, Harper resolved to take a chance, even in a bone-chilling place like this. ”Are...are you still, um, still alive?”

Slowly, the undead opened its mouth, revealing that its tongue had been cut out. Just the fact that this tormented being could still think and respond like a human filled her with all sorts of conflicting feelings and burgeoning thoughts. Harper mused on this while shivering in fear. The organization of this place, as well as the various injuries of the occupants, all indicated that a person with a functioning mind was or had been in charge, carrying out experiments in secret and making sure that his subjects couldn't speak about it. That barbaric act did have one weakness, however. Still not daring to believe that she was conversing with an undead being, Harper swallowed her saliva and asked, ”Did someone do this to you?”

Its uncanny nod sent a shiver down Harper's spine. ”A necromancer?”

After a moment, the living corpse shook its head. ”Is he still around?”

The monster shrugged. The essentially human act did not help the ninja's nerves. ”You...you don't know. Well...have you seen him recently?”

It shook its head. Harper snuck a glance at the deformed undead at the other end of the hall. ”What is that?”

She did not expect an answer from the captive considering the freeform wording of her question, but nevertheless it began to move. First it pointed a bony finger at Harper, then with its other hand held up a fist. Quiet as a grave, Harper watched it point to itself, then hold up one finger. Next it pointed toward the greater undead, and it held up three fingers. Lastly it indicated the large, broken cage, and it held up two. With its thumb, it traced a line across its withered throat in the universal sign for death. Two and two made four in Harper's mind. ”Wait...you're telling me, that's how many times the things in here have died? Or been killed? Like, a degenerative condition?”

Though the big word seemed to confuse the undead slightly, it answered the young ninja with a nod.

”Then we have to get out of here immediately and tell Master Sanders. There's some sort of psycho on the loose making undead. Maybe this is the plague from Eigenalle.” This remark she directed at Ashlyn and Thor. Before she could turn away, the piteous creature inside the cage grasped the bars and rattled them weakly, transmitting its desire to be free. Harper blanched. ”I...I'm sorry, but until we know the nature of whatever this thing is, we can't let you go. I think you're still essentially human, really, but we've got to know for sure. After this whole thing is done, we'll come back and let you out, alright?” At this, the undead sank backward, the flicker of hope in its glossy eyes gone.

Mercury Marowit – Silken Grotto

@hatakekuro@caits

The spiders didn't last long.

Against the onslaught of three rage-filled warriors with weapons and magic aplenty, even large arachnids in great number posed little threat. In less than a minute the grotto was soaked in the stinking innards of the creatures, and those that remained scattered in an attempt to flee. Needless to say, some of those were eviscerated or pulverized as well, but a few did slip away into shadows. For a few moments following the end of the fight, everyone just stood around, breathing steadily as their killing intent subsided. Soon enough it faded away, leaving three men in a smelly cave with no visible exits. Mercury strode to the side of one of the craters in the floor, and stared through it to the bottom of the canyon hundreds of meters below. He whistled. ”Hell of a drop. I don't know how we're gonna get out of this place. On the plus side, if we do, the enemy probably thinks we're dead.” He assumed the adversary to be a group, thinking that a single overweight woman couldn't possibly be the sole perpetrator of what he expected to be an underlying conspiracy. Of course, all of this was merely guesswork on his part. ”Any ideas?”

Ni Rensa – Bleak Graveyard

@zarkun

The stroll to the cemetery passed by silently for the most part. When prompted by Damian to respond, Ni Rensa gave a shrug. ”Call it a kitty's intuition, but I've felt like that ever since we've got here. But whatever it is, Frenzy Plant can handle it.” Her tail twitched proudly just moments before the blades on her shoes clinked on stone, signaling if her eyes couldn't already tell that she'd arrived in the graveyard, the only place in Belka with paved paths. Such extravagance seemed wasted on the dead, but she was sure that it meant a lot to the town's living to respect the departed in such a manner.

Before long the three split up, sauntering among the rows of headstones in search of anything out of the ordinary. Since the burial ceremony's conclusion about an hour ago, the place was abandoned. As she rounded the corner of a blocky mini-mausoleum, however, the former dark mage Eliza discovered that this wasn't exactly the case. In front of a somewhat isolated headstoen in a foxhole sat a young man, bent over, with ash-gray clothes. He seemed to be in mourning, carrying out a vigil to honor the departed, but he did glance Eliza's way when she appeared. Though her unique attire captured his attention for a moment, he silently turned back to stare at the headstone. Quietly, so as not to disturb him, Eliza approached. Her sharp eyes easily made out the rock's inscription. ”Singed” Willard Iagobretski. Well, this is the spot. This guy must be a friend or something. Spotting Damian a ways off, Eliza waved to him to come over and see if he could find anything.

Cormorant Sanders – Frenzy Camp

@oblivion666@liferusher@raijinslayer

To Sanders' satisfaction, the teams he dispatched the schoolhouse, the clerics' chapel, and the fight outside the gates all returned at about the same time. He did not need to speak to either Chester Graham or Morimoto Tsubano to get an idea of how their mission went down, but he listened attentively to the reports of lieutenants Brass and Fortinbras. Though the news of some kind of flesh pit in the chapel used for healing surprised him, that information did not strike him as particularly relevant, but he wore a sagacious frown as he heard the words of the Arctic Mage. ”An outsider who turned out to be a serial killer. The probability of that man being the refugee from Eigenalle is extremely high. Did you get any indication that he might have brought a disease with him?”

Fortinbras replied in the negative. At this point, Jillian Suede, who had been waiting in the sidelines, made herself known. ”Sir! Jus' a few minutes ago, I saw the Phoenix Winger headin' to the graveyard with Eliza and Ni. But I ain't seen the other teams.”

This could only mean one thing. Frenzy Plant operated with utmost efficiency, ignoring all distractions in pursuit of the goal. ”Thor and Enma's teams must have found something, then. We have no way of knowing where Thor, Harper, and Ashlyn are, but the fact that Enma's team discovered something in the marketplace puts me on edge. Lieutenant Brass: please take Argus, Ike, Riona, and Tsubano to the marketplace. Seek out our allies and confirm their location, then assist them.”

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Henry

”Oh, oh, alright. Gotcha.” The clarification on how Denys' magic worked elicited a vigorous couple of nods from Henry. Satisfied with the other man's proposed course of action, he returned his focus to Candy Cane. In a way, her attire reminded him of a female dark mage's. Of course, this resemblance was only cursory. While she shared some of the sensuality that characterized their attire, there was none of the elegance or mystique. Candy Cane looked more like a prostitute than a mysterious, alluring magical force—not that Henry knew anything about them.

In short order Henry found himself beneath the microscope of Denys. Though many Plegians would have been instantly suspicious of anyone trying to glean any information about their theocracy, this dark mage answered without reserve. ”Harena? Hahah, nope. Actually, I don't know what the continent's called. We've got Ylisse on one side and Valm on the other, though if I'm not around to kill the nice folks from Valm, there's gonna be a whole lot more Valm in the world and a lot less everything else.” He shrugged, talking about the potential world conquest of the Valmese Emperor Walhart as if it were a sports team doing well in the current championship.

Birdie

Just when the big man thought his chain would ensnare Gaige and draw her into piece-of-mind-giving range, the thin guy in red leaped forward to pull her out of the way heroically. The chain itself continued on, flying toward the Scout, but before it even got close the familiar profile of a pistol appeared in his hand. Birdie's eyes almost popped out of his skull. He wouldn't even have time to protest before another gun-toting psychopath shot him full of holes! Just before the Scout started to fire, he vanished behind a sudden wall of flame. The fact that it damaged his favorite chain didn't matter so much; Birdie simply started running. He turned tail and hoofed it out of there with surprising speed. ”Aah! Does every bleedin' psycho on this stupid farm wanna put me in the ground? Why me!?” After making a mad dash out the main gate, he took it into his head to make a rush for a town in the distance. There, with buildings and people aplenty he could use for cover, he'd be safe. The thought that all of those people might have guns or molotovs crossed his mind as well, but he blanched and discarded it. With this in mind, he raced onto Hyrule Field.

At first, he didn't even notice the skeleton threat. One arm popped out of the ground to try and grab his boot only to be torn from its socket and thrown to the side. Birdie failed to even feel it; like a raging bull, he simple barreled heedlessly through obstructions. Only when a full-bodied skeleton rose from the earth a few meters before him did his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. ”Wot's this? Some 'alloween prank? I'm not in the mood!” Without a second's hesitation he ran straight into it, smashing it to the ground and then crushing its bones beneath his weight. He left it in his dust, thoroughly trampled and regretful. A few more skeletons appeared, but none could come close to stopping the big man's wild, adrenaline-fueled charge. That said, he did pick up some new scratches courtesy of undead fingers, but in this state Birdie didn't notice them, either.

By the time he reached the perimeter of Castle Town, he was huffing and puffing immensely. More than anything, he wanted to relax and eat, but Birdie could tell he wasn't in the clear yet. Between him and potential safety stood two women, one with a big sword and one two...no, four guns. Though maybe a little better than two people with guns and one with pyromania, this situation didn't sit well with Birdie. Lingering outside of effective handgun range, he wondered what he should do. A skeleton appeared beside him and swung its arm at his stomach, draw a few drops of blood. Baring his teeth in rage, Birdie grabbed the bony thing by its shoulder and bashed it with its head, instantly destroying the skull. As the thing collapsed, he looked back at the women, only to find them in the process of leaving. ”Finally, everything's comin' up Birdie!” With this pronouncement made, he walked in their footsteps and entered Castle Town.

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Henry

The glee that filled Henry when Denys didn't immediately deny his request for assistance was positively childlike, though not in the sense of childish purity. Instead, the short burst of laughter that issued from him carried the connotation of someone having found a new toy—or perhaps that was simply Denys' imagination, building on his suspicions. ”Excellent! It's really quite simple. I want to make sure that nothing's been messed up by whatever brought me here, so I was thinking that I'd smack ya with a spell, and then have you try and cast that healing spell on me again for me to deflect back atcha. There's really no downside. If I've lost my mojo, you probably won't get hurt anyway, but if it's good, you'll be right as rain in just a sec. Sound alright? Too late to back down, now!” From his robe he suddenly produced a grimoire bound in dark red leather. It fell open, and at his touch, arcane symbols flared to life across the pages.

At that moment, however, a strangely-dressed woman about his age appeared in his peripheral vision. Candy Cane's yelling while running struck Henry as exactly how a ruffian or marauder might attack, and in his distraction he turned from Denys toward her. From his outstretched, empty left hand a fireball materialized along with a wave of heat, though its creator didn't seem affected by the sudden increase in temperature. In the split second before the spell fired, Henry got a better look at the woman, determining that she didn't appear to be armed or really threatening...just crazy. Expertly he diverted the fireball, and it exploded on the ground a couple meters away instead of raging toward her. Considering that her arrival changed the situation somewhat, Henry snapped the Elfire tome shut and held it by his side. ”Hey there! It's not very smart to interrupt a Plegian dark mage while he's working, you know. Almost toastied ya!” He ignored her question, since he didn't have an answer. For that matter, after his little greeting, he ignored her completely. Turning back to Denys, he retained his warm smile. ”Well, that coulda been nasty. Wanna try again?” Evidently the thought of severely burning either Candy Cane or the Kaiser didn't bother him unduly.

Birdie

As he approached the little group, Birdie saw with satisfaction that he appeared to be at least a foot taller than the next tallest person, the Scout. Looks like a buncha shorties, he thought smugly. Given the baffling and alarming situation in which the huge man found himself, he would not have hesitated one instant to floor someone else if he thought they might try and hurt him. Being substantially taller and way, way heavier than anyone else present would only make it that much easier. At least, Birdie thought this until the less-weird looking girl turned his way with a hard look and produced a shotgun from thin air to wave in his direction. Birdie froze, even the word “Wuh-!” cutting off in his throat. No matter how big the man, all it took was a single bullet to a choice spot to take him down. Having been on the receiving end of several barrels before, he knew the correct course of action, and slowly started to raise his hands.

Then, very abruptly, the girl stopped pointing the gun at him. Birdie's brow furrowed and his mouth hung open slightly. What?! First she threatens his life with a firearm -a potentially lethal act even someone like Birdie would take deadly serious- and then she just stopped? First off, where did this little stain get off thinking she could wave a shotgun at him? Anger welled up inside him. With as much discretion as he could muster, he allowed the chain around his right forearm to unwind while the girl asked the others a question. Then, with obvious skill from experience he lobbed the chain straight at her. While a chaingrab like this could be dodged or blocked, he felt sure that since her attention was elsewhere he would be able to ensnare her. Following that, he planned to reel her in and give him a piece of his mind. ”Oi! Wotcha doin' pointin' a gun at me, ya little git? Ya don't threaten someone like that unless ya think yer gonna die! Ya think I'm some kinda 'oodlum? Is that it?” he rehearsed in his head as his chain snaked through the air, ready to coil. No way she would be able to come up with a good response to that. This thought made him grin goofily, though the expression could easily be seen as a leer.

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Hello fellow crazy, avid gamers! Mind if I step into the fray? I'll probably make a Bloodborne character!

@Skepic

Hey! I think you're free to join as you please. The thought of a Bloodborne character joining the party is an exciting one!